One. Insane. Weekend (EDITING)

Chapter 6

Author's note
No, I have not forgotten about this book. So sorry for taking such a long hiatus on updating this book but I'm back! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
-Love ya
LeAnn💕
Ed's words are still running though my head. I will destroy you, I will destroy you, I will destroy you I could not seem to make it stop.

" Hi Michael, could you do me a huge favor? " I'm panting  as I run into Lance and Michael's house. Michael is in one of the old bedrooms, watching TV while unboxing his art supplies.

" I had to come here and tell you because- there's this huge fight- I've can't take these- I've- I  - I- I- I need your help with these-"

"Woah, slow down" he grabs hold of my shoulder. "Calm down...and tell me what you need to tell me!"

"Ed, Ed Sheeran, you know from the wedding, he wants to fight me."

"Dirty bastard" Michael murmurs under his voice.

"And I need you to hold my weapons so that it's a fair fight"

"What?You carry WEPONS with you."

"I just bought them yesterday I case Ed tried to attack me" I open the backpack hanging off my left shoulder and open it to reveal w small dagger  a broken glass Ciroc bottle, a retractable spear and a Lance.

"Why are you doing this?"

"To prove that Ed doesn't intimidate me with his anger. I'm not just his little bitc-

"Okay, but if you aren't his bitch then why are you playing by just rules"

"I- I don't know what to do." I say as I began to sob.

" I just don't want you to get hurt." Michael says as he hugs me.

"I have to do this," I say a moment later as I wipe my tears with my sweater sleeve, "It's the only way to stop him from harassing me."

"Can't you get a restraining order?"

"Michael, he's Ed SHEERAN! It would  take an eternity to  get him though court."

"Well...you know what? I'll hold on to that bag of wepons for you."

"Really?"

"Yes. I told you that you can always call me for anything. You not only protected me and my husband from getting stabbed at the wedding but helped us buy our Jersey shore dream house."

"Oh man,  thanks!" I say as I hand over the backpack to Michael. He gawks at the bag in awe of how many sharp objects are inside it.

I'm looking around the room at all of Michael's artwork,
"I really love your paintings!" I say as I look around.

"Oh, these aren't even finished LeAnn, but thank you," says Michael.

The scattered paintings are all vibrant and bold in color, some paintings had hard lines,some used geometric shapes, and some used abstract lines and shapes to form objects. Each art piece looked uniformed, but different in their own unique way. For some reason I was really liked this small abstract painting leaning against the wall. It almost made me fell calm when I looked at it's bold abstract shapes.

"These paintings belong in a meusum!"

"That's the dream!" Michael laughs.

I look up at the wall to see a newly hung picture frame with a gold award inside of it. The title on it read " IHEARTRADIO MOST POPULAR ENTERTAINMENT NEWS PODCAST: THE DAILY POPCAST WITH LANCE BASS"

"Is this yours Michael,"I ask

"No, that Lance's I Heart Radio award"

"Lance's?" I ask. Then it hit me. The reason I recognized Lance when  I first meet him was because is the host of The Daily Popcast, one of my favorite podcasts. How did I not recognize him?

"Yo, Lance hosts the Daily Popcast?"

"Yep, he just won that award right there," Michael points at the award frame, " and he just mad the list of 30 under 30 beat entertainment podcasters."

"Wow congratulations Lance!"

"LeAnn, aren't you supposed to be going to the fight now?" Michael says to break the now prolonged silence.

I look at my phone to see that it's already 2:15. "The fight is in a hour I'll never make it in time"

"Maybe you can take the bus, where is this fight?"

"Back in Wildwood."

"Well, that's only a half hour away by bus" He states, "here, use this to get back to Wildwood to fight that punk," he hands me a 20$ dollar bill to get the bus.

"Oh thank you AGAIN Michael" I say as I hug him, " I'll be sure to pay you back."

"There's no need to pay me back, think of this money as a gift!" Michael says.

"Well,I gotta go now," I say as I walk out to the porch,"I'll make sure to lock his ass again for you Michael."

"Hope you do" he says as I wave to him from the  sand-covered sidewalk.
I walk to the jitney bus stop, and I can already fell my heart pounding. My hand shakes as I give the drive my bus fair, and I sit down and tremble. I've never been in an official fight, let alone a fight with a huge celebrity. Maybe there will be news reporters and paparazzi there. Maybe they will think I started the fight. If I am blamed for the fight I can lose my job and be expelled from my University! Every worst case scenario is going through my head at once.

Then I remember what I had told Joy before the wedding "There is nothing to worry about became everything is under control." As long I I can keep myself under control, I can win!

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The bus pulls up to the Wildwood boradwalk at 2:55, leaving me just enough time to get there on time. I have a stonecold expression on my face as I walked past the crowds of people out for a Wild wood summer day. I had a pattern to my heavy footsteps one-two-one-two-one-two it's was almost like a strut.

I walk up the the front door of the place Ed said to meet him at, the old abandoned arcade next to the beach. The cement and glass building stood there lifeless and rotting after Hurricane Sandy wiped it's usefulness away. I look to the  left of the doorto see a large backpack with a sign on it that read "Knives/Construction Tools: Do Not Touch." I guess Ed never found anyone to hold his weapons. I look to my right to see a few paparazzi cameramen pretending to be construction workers staring at me. I don't pay them any attention as I open the door and walk inside. The place is quite and damp, with pieces if the rotten celling broken into pieces on the galaxy colored carpeting. Some old arcade machines laid sideways in the corner of the large room, and from behind the machines emerged Ed Sheeran, more drunk than ever, with an furious look on his face. He smiled in delight as revenge was finally within reach.

"Are you ready to fight? he slurs

Ed beings running up to me in full speed, with his right fist in front of him. This is it. I run towards him with furry and anger  and throw my fist at his jaws and my other fist...